Things that leave you speechless

Wasn't sure what to title this, but thought my little anectdote might be amusing, and might inspire some more of the same:

There is a middle aged woman that works in my building, who has expressed an interest in seeing one of my shows. She's an educated woman, I believe possibly a social worker or psychologist. I don't know her very well. I don't talk with her often, we're just aquaintances. Today she stopped me as I passed her, and asked if I knew any metal bands. I didn't understand exactly why she was asking, and was in a crazy hurry, so our conversaton was rushed, but it went something like this:

Woman: Do you know any metal bands?
Me: Uhh... yes, famous, local.... uhh... why, what for?
Woman: Shrugs. (Said something, but I didn't quite catch it. Since she previously expressed an interest in seeing one of my bands I say...)
Me: Led Zeppelin is a metal band, and I'm in a Zep tribute that will be playing in a couple of weeks.
Woman: Oooh!! I LOVE LED ZEPPELIN!!!! Where and when are you playing?
Me: BB Kings. The 25th.
Her: Wait!!!! Are you IN Led Zeppelin?!?!

I just smiled, and said, "No. I'm not in Led Zeppelin. It's a tribute to the band." She asked me the date again, and said she's going to come. I had to run though... my dayjob is substitute teaching, and I had to get to my class before the bell which was about to ring.

She looks like someone who might have a little cougar mentality happening, but I am happily married, and don't think I'd go for it even if I weren't. I couldn't imagine spending more that 5 minutes with someone who asked me if I were in Led Zeppelin.

Reminds of a time when my band was doing some shows with a very well known classic rock artist who is now performing as a solo act. We were in Pittsburgh and the hotel rooms were registered under his name. My wife was with me and our guitarist had his wife with him. As we were checking out, the desk clerk, who was a young woman (probably no older than 25), started screaming because she though we were members of the other artist's band. She asked us to wait while she ran for a camera. A minute later she came back with several hotel employees and asked us to take pictures with them and also asked for autographs. The guitarist and I didn't have the heart to tell them that we were not who she thought we were.

Reminds of a time when my band was doing some shows with a very well known classic rock artist who is now performing as a solo act. We were in Pittsburgh and the hotel rooms were registered under his name. My wife was with me and our guitarist had his wife with him. As we were checking out, the desk clerk, who was a young woman (probably no older than 25), started screaming because she though we were members of the other artist's band. She asked us to wait while she ran for a camera. A minute later she came back with several hotel employees and asked us to take pictures with them and also asked for autographs. The guitarist and I didn't have the heart to tell them that we were not who she thought we were.

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It would fun to be there to see their faces when they figure that out.

OK. If I weren't experiencing this, I would think it ws bull... 2X, in 2 days, almost the same incident...

Run into a guy tonight (another aquaintance) who I haven't seen in while, and he asks if I'm still playing. I hate when people ask that, but I get it. I say yeah, a couple of bands, and tell him we're playing on the 25th if he wants to check it out. He makes a face as in "no way" (people my age don't go out to clubs like they used to ), and I ask him if he's into Zeppelin, telling him it's a zep tribute. I swear on my eyes the following is what ensued, "PHYSICAL GRAFITTI, dude! That's my favorite!!!" I say, "So come see us!" He follows with, "I love that song Physical Grafitti!!! One time I was on the highway with this dude, Physical Grafitti came on, and he stopped the car in the middle of the highway, got out, and started dancing to it!!! I'll never forget that!"

I promise you I'm not creative enough to make this sheeitt up. I'm going to start telling everyone I run into that I play in a Zep tribute. Never knew how fun it could be.

Not music related, but when I was 17 I was a cook at a pancake house. I started at 6:00 AM and woke up early one morning and decided to stop a dunkin donuts for coffee on the way in. I was dressed in my cook's shirt, had a pony tail halfway down my back, couple days growth of beard and as I'm talking to the girl behind the counter, out of the blue she asks me if I'm a doctor.